​A Goth Fairy Punk Adventure

power in the blood

aunt gertrude played the antique upright in church every sundaysometimes by earsometimes the old-timey wayreading notes shaped like diamonds or trianglesbut the hymn she cherished mosther fingers knew by heartpower in the blood

Butterfly Effect

​A single swoop, a flutter of a delicatewing. cascadesof breeze flitting to the other side of the garden,taunting a rose's petal. confusing swirlshitting the glass of a window, the rest risingup to the clouds. giving the static marshmallows

A Collection of Poems

Dance“Prelude The dancers enter. The audience and the dancers break wind.” from Cherokee “Booger Event”

Let’s incorporate it all into our dance,all the loose strings andscraps of humanness. Let’s danceas if it all fits together,the movement of our bodies, the waythe world belittles us,the way we belittle the world. Let’sact as if it all made sense.Sing of snot and earwax andodor! Sing of sexual diseasesand malfunctions! No more secrets!Dance and let the body take care of itself.Let the song say,We are human. We defecate, get naked,become ill. And it’s allall an opening out, a celebration of manand woman in their pied beauty.

All The Things You Don't Remember Doing

Well, the days come and go, the years pass, and then you're old and you sit around asking yourself: "What did I do in my life? What did I do?" and oddly enough you find that you don't know, you don't remember, that most of your life is simply missing, though you know that there are things you must have done: you must have been a child, you must have played with toys, you must have gone to school, there must have been punishments, there must have been birthday cakes, but you have no sense, no inner conviction, that any of these things ever actually happened; your life seems like a movie that you may or may not have seen years and years ago―you know the title, there may even be some fragmentary scenes in your memory that you believe are from that particular movie, but, no you really can't be sure if you saw it or if you are merely going by what others have told you, by a critic on the television, perhaps by a trailer presented before some main feature you went to the cinema to watch. Your entire life has vanished, has fallen away, like your hair, like so many of your friends, and you sit staring at a blank wall on a wintery afternoon huddled under a blanket wondering.